Time To Party

I'm writing this post knowing many of you who will be reading it tomorrow (Wednesday), will be excited about one thing: boozing your face off. Thanksgiving Eve is the most ridiculous drinking night in America aside from the 4th of July. Remember when you were a freshman/sophomore in college and you came home for Thanksgiving? What bar would you go to? Oh, that's right, the local bar where everyone you graduated high school with will be at. You'd see people you'd want to see and also see people you didn't know still were alive. You know those bros that graduated college 6 years before you and somehow were still coming to the local bar hitting on all the younger girls. I used to despise those guys, but now that I think about it, maybe they were onto something? On second thought, no they were total fucking losers and probably still go to the local bar. I have nothing against the people that still head home for the holidays and opt for their own local bar. If that's the thing to do with your friends than by all means enjoy yourself, but for all of those who will be elsewhere, I'm sure you'll be getting just as hammered.

My friends and I will be in the city tomorrow night, getting drunk, spilling drinks on girls and most likely vomiting on the bar. The past few years I've had some of the best times of my life. Last year Spaniard and I had quite a memorable night. After a bunch of orders of tequila shots and whiskey-gingers, I was smashing face (making out) with my girlfriend at the time, and at that very moment I looked up and saw my man Spaniard playing his own game of tonsil hockey with an unsuspecting babe at the bar. I know this isn't that big of a deal, but it was around 7 PM, and there were families still eating dinner just staring at us with disgust. The next morning was a strange experience as well. I woke up in Spaniard's apartment on the floor, no blanket, butt ass naked. I was naked on the floor and my girlfriend was sleeping on a couch, in pajamas with a nice warm blanket, yeah that relationship didn't last.

That was just one of my fond memories of Thanksgiving Eve, most of my fond memories are wiped out by the miserable mornings that always follow. Waking up bright and early and then driving or taking the train home from the city is one of the worst experiences of my life. Being THAT hungover is fucking awful. You want to start drinking ASAP to rid yourself of the hangover and feel a little buzzed/jolly while you're in the company of your family/friends, but then your whole family will just think your an alcoholic so you have to feel like shit for a few hours while you devour shrimp cocktail, veggie platters and mixed nuts. But it is always worth it, isn't it? For anyone that will be in NYC for the night, keep your eyes peeled for me. Chances are I will be hitting on your sister or girlfriend. Enjoy your Thanksgiving Eve. Frank, I miss your comments and to all those fans who were wondering who the 100, 000th visitor was. It was the infamous Ron. No joke.